#bashful!shadow

[daniwolf9005]

Wanted to take a shot at drawing the grotesque hog himself! He’s got a lot of detail to his design so drawing something more intricate than usual was lots of fun! Added fun of Bashful Shadow being there as well~! (For anyone who needs context he’s a sucker for “higher entity” related exe’s- so All Father and X have a chokehold on his interest lol)

[sculien]

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS 6.09

[ghostie-gengar]

this is my take on sonadow

[feligayzed]

OLD MAN YAOI BEAM

not even gonna pretend i had an excuse, just wanted to draw these idiots being stupid and snuggly. also don't look too hard

[gunstellations]

its sonics turn! 👅

[demonic0angel]

Dead Sunsets

CW: canon-typical violence/fighting with guns, drugs (the person who’s drugged is fine lmao)

Everyone watched as Red Hood crooned at the woman on his lap, bringing a pair of dice to her lips. “C’mon, Princess, why don’t you give me some good luck, hmm?”

The woman on his lap beamed and gave the dice a gentle kiss. Red Hood laughed and then threw the dice carelessly before wrapping his free hands around the woman’s waist, pulling her close and sliding his palms up her sides. The woman standing behind them, tall and stern, watched them intensely as Red Hood and his eye candy giggled and flirted with each other.

The two of them, along with their bodyguard, attracted quite a crowd as they played within one of the most successful underground casinos in Gotham.

As the two messed around shamelessly, everyone’s eyes stayed on Red Hood’s dice, which landed exactly on the numbers that he needed.

For the fourth time.

When the Red Hood noticed, he gave a loud, obnoxious cheer. “Look, Princess!” He cooed. “Your good luck helped me win again! What reward would you like? You want some new diamonds? You helped me empty these idiots’ pockets, so you can choose something extra.”

His callgirl squealed and batted her eyelashes. “Thank you so much, boss! You’re the best!”

The people around him growled.

Red Hood tilted his head. His guard standing behind him cracked her knuckles, her muscles bulging underneath her suit.

“Sorry, did you guys say something?”

No one said anything, even as the women around Red Hood laughed.

It was even more infuriating when seeing how beautiful they were.

Both women had long, straight red hair in varying shades, and everything else about them was beautiful in different ways. The woman on his lap was equal measures of both grace and sensuality, curvaceous and clad in a scanty dress that didn’t hide her long legs and smooth skin. Her eyes were a glowing turquoise and she lounged on Red Hood like he was her throne.

Those who recognized her knew her as Jazlyn Nightingale, the newest and most successful psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. There may have been some questions as to why or how she was affiliated with Red Hood, but everyone knew that Arkham was full of crazies.

Meanwhile, the woman behind them stood tall and grand. Her body was like a masterpiece, carefully lined with muscles and curves until nothing but strength and elegance showed. Her expression was stony, like the embodiment of a marble statue as she watched over the two in front of her like a devoted soldier. Clad in a smooth suit, her every being radiated the coldness needed of a bodyguard.

No one knew who she was, but the way she eyed the crowd and people around them with her emerald eyes did not look incompetent, especially with the metal glinting at her hands and sides.

Together with Red Hood, they truly made a uniquely aggravating trio of red heads.

However, everyone knew that the Red Hood wasn’t to be tested. Although he killed hundreds of people before, everyone worth their salt in Gotham knew that Red Hood was affiliated with the Bats. At times, a red bat could be seen plastered over his armor when he wasn’t fighting with them, but no one dared to try him even when the symbol was gone.

No one wanted to test the patience of a man who once delivered eight personally decapitated human heads to the police, and they wanted to test the combined force of the Bats even less.

So they just ground their teeth and bit down on their tongues to keep silent. If they wanted to handle the Red Hood, they had to be careful and they had to be prepared.

Red Hood continued flirting and joking around with his girl, carelessly gambling away his fortunes as he rolled the dice over and over.

And yet, he still hadn’t lost a single penny since he arrived to the casino with two beautiful women in tow and arrogance radiating from every pore.

He tripled his money in one move and finally picked up his woman with one arm, lazily waving a hand.

“Tell whoever’s in charge to bring me my money. And get snappy with it.” He turned to both women and continued, “These beauties need a drink. Don’t you, ladies?”

The one in his arms giggled and leaned on him. The one guarding them both smirked and hummed, “I would like a drink right about now.”

“You heard the gorgeous red head! Drinks! Hurry up!”

He ushered them into a little booth by the wall, wrapping an arm around the woman who crawled back into his lap while the other sat next to him. Their conversation could not be heard, but there was a lot of laughter and carefree words being spoken.

The people around them made eye contact with each other. Some began to signal to the others around them.

A server came by with a tray of sparkly, colorful drinks. Next to the drinks was an enormous stack of money.

Red Hood whistled. “Ooh, is that mine?”

“Yes sir. Would you like a drink, sir? Or only for the ladies?” The server asked, placing the tray on the table near them.

The woman in his lap grabbed a glass and then whined, dropping her head onto Red Hood’s chest to look up at him with big eyes. “C’monnnn! Share a drink with me… Missy is boring, so you have to drink with me or I’ll be boredddd….”

The bodyguard, presumably Missy, clicked her tongue. “The last time we drank together, you kept making a racket.”

The woman pouted. “I won’t, I promise! Pleaseee?”

Red Hood sighed indulgently and stroked down her back. “Alright, Princess, whatever you want.”

“Yay!”

The server gave a small, secretive smile. “We’ll bring you our finest selections, sir.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I thought this place was supposed to be fun. Thank god I’m taking over soon.”

“I’m sure you’ll do a great job renovating this boring place!” The woman tittered.

People pointedly did not look in his direction, pretending to continue gambling as the Red Hood complained loudly. He whined and acted babyish to the woman on his lap and the two began another drama act that had everyone’s eyes twitching. The bodyguard seemed to not be bothered at all by the noise and nonsense.

When Red Hood’s drinks came out, it was quickly served to him. The glass was quickly prepared and placed in front of him, sloshing slightly from the force.

Everyone held their breaths as Red Hood stared at the cup blankly before his callgirl picked up the glass and pressed it to the muzzle covering his mouth. “Here you go, boss! Just a sip!” She encouraged sweetly. Red Hood was silent before he sighed and took off the muzzle, taking gulps of the alcoholic drink as it was fed to him.

The woman cheered and everyone’s gazes grew even more predatory as Red Hood sighed. When the glass was empty, another was made, pushed towards the woman.

She tilted her head but still picked it up and fed it to Red Hood, like the stupid, obedient lamb that she was.

“Damn. What the hell was in that drink—“ Red Hood began, before there was a click of a safety pin going off and all three of them froze.

Everyone in the room took out their own weapons and guns and stood up, prepared to unload the bullets within. The doors shut, locking tightly.

The three did not even move or even flinch, even with the multiple muzzles of guns pointed at them.

Red Hood’s head lolled. “So you drugged me, huh?”

His tone was lazy, clearly being hit hard by 2 doses of the drug.

“It’s Zolpidem,” the woman on his lap said. Her voice was strangely calm and low, different from the high pitched excitement from before. She stroked Red Hood’s black hair soothingly.

The bodyguard also stood up, eying the people around them. “Y’know, I’m not surprised but I’m still a little disappointed. Are all men this stupid?”

She quickly took off her suit jacket and tossed it onto Red Hood’s lap, revealing two silver gauntlets that covered her wrists. They glinted with a harsh, almost mystical light.

Red Hood laughed loudly. “You can count on it!”

“Shut up!” One of the people around them said, pointing his gun at the three. “We’re finally getting rid of you today, Hood! You fell for our trap when we told you to come here to inspect the casino, but we didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to only bring two women.”

“There’s no way in hell we’re letting you take our casino! Fuck the agreement! We’ll kill you and take your territory too!” Another shouted.

“If you care about these two bitches, make them move away. We’ll get rid of you and keep everything for ourselves. As long as you die quietly, we won’t treat them too badly either,” another said.

Red Hood chuckled. He wasn’t even looking at the people threatening him as he turned to the two women. “Could you two handle this? Since Jazz wanted to drug me?” At the last sentence, he had a hint of petulance in his tone.

The woman on his lap, Jazz, then stood up with a sigh. “It had to be convincing, right? You have a high tolerance for drugs and substances. I knew it wouldn’t kill you and I made sure that you didn’t drink enough to be completely out of it.”

As she stood up, she smoothed down her dress and observed the room with a half lidded gaze. Her air headed expression fell away, revealing a bored look.

The men around them paused as they realized just how unnaturally tall she was. Before, she had been bent over, pressed against Red Hood’s chest like a docile lamb, but now that she stood up straight, she loomed over them like a demonic being.

She rolled her neck and then the ground beneath her began to bleed black. She crouched to pull out two guns and an almost comically large axe, which she tossed to the woman beside her.

Both of them shared a look and a smile.

“If I kill more people than you, I want you to myself first, before Hood,” the woman heaving the axe over her shoulder said.

“Excuse me?” Red Hood said, with a slight slur to his voice, but everyone ignored him, mostly staring at the two women who were casually chatting like they weren’t being threatened with guns.

The prostitute-psychiatrist-magical person giggled with a pink blush on her face and said, “You could have me anytime, you know that, right? But sure, let’s do it. If I win, we’ll only go two rounds tonight.”

“Do I get a say in this?!” Red Hood cried.

A gunshot rang through the air, aiming at the woman with the axe.

She blocked it with a tilt of her blade, the bullet pinging off of the metal easily. She raised an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘Is that all you got?’

That was when someone screamed, “Oh god! It’s Wolf! That’s Wolf!”

Wolf, the infamous assistant to the Red Hood, smiled, cocking her head to the side. Everyone stepped back, more confused than ever.

If this was Wolf, the masked woman by the Red Hood's side, then why was her face in the open?

Unless...

She knew that they wouldn't be able to tell?

Before anyone could react fast enough, both women moved first, flying off like arrows as the chaos began.

Blood spilled like flowers blooming across the ground. The sound of frantic gunshots and stomping footsteps filled the air with a cadence of panic and horror.

“Ahhh!! Get ‘em!”

“Quick! Shoot ‘em! Shoot ‘em quick!”

“Someone get Hood! Kill them all!”

“Shadow!” A different, sweet voice called from above the pandemonium. “Protect Jason!”

Screams erupted as people began to drop like flies.

Both women were a well-oiled machine with little to no weaknesses. With the axe-wielding woman stood in front, she blocked every bullet coming their way with her axe or the gauntlets on her wrist. No bullet could land while she was in front and while she defended them both, Wolf sniped enemies behind her with her guns, shooting past her shoulder to accurately blow the brains of people across the surfaces of the casino.

Red Hood, as he manspread on the booth couches and pet the fur of a shadowy dog, laughed as he watched the slaughter.

“Yeah! Get ‘em!”

It was a massacre. Both women were trained fighters, even better than the gang members that worked within and protected the casino. Even in their home territory, they were no match for a Fenton trained woman and an Amazonian warrior.

At some point, the two women switched weapons several times, but the killings still continued. When bullets ran out, they would collect the guns from the fallen men below them.

It was terrifying how efficient they were.

They defended each other’s flanks and completely decimated the opposition. When one of them did a crazy acrobatic maneuver that could’ve rivaled Nightwing, the other was there to catch them and they would fight back to back.

“Wait! Wait, please spare me!” One of the gang members cried as the woman holding the axe lifted it above his head. “Wait! I can give you so much more money than Hood can—“

His voice cut off with the sound of a gunshot as blood spurted from his head before the axe-wielder then swerved and decapitated another enemy.

“That’s 18!” Wolf said cheerfully, flipping her guns from where she shot the man from behind the other woman’s shoulder.

The one with the axe grinned broadly. “23! You’re falling behind, Jazz!”

Wolf whined in complaint, “Artemis!”, but they continued the fight with neither faltering or hesitating at all.

Wolf shot two people in midair while doing a backflip off of a table. The other woman cleaved three people in half with a single swing of her axe, flicking the blood off with a wild smirk. Both worked together to tear apart their enemies, defending one another and protecting each other’s backs.

By the end of it, both women were breathing roughly and completely covered in blood. The room around them was scattered with limbs and twitching bodies. There had been a lot of people that were angry at Red Hood, and this trap had been in the making for a long time, with a lot of people called in to handle him.

Unfortunately for them, it still hadn’t been enough.

Jazz sighed and waved her hand, scattering droplets of red.

“Artemis,” she complained softly, “you got blood all over me.”

“But you look so good in red,” Artemis said with a smirk. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “It’s a pity that all you wear is blue and black.”

Jazz gave her a squinted look, though she was clearly resisting a smile. “You like me in red only because it’s yours and Jason’s colors.”

Artemis shrugged. She approached Jazz and pulled her in, kissing her bloody lips. “I win. I get to have you first tonight, and more than two rounds, yes?”

Jazz sighed loudly, not even questioning the outcome of the bet as she muttered, “Amazonian stamina is truly the bane of my existence…” Still, she was smiling as she returned the kiss with another peck.

“I’m not complaining!” Jason interjected loudly. He looked smug as he stretched within the booth, clean and safe under Shadow’s protection. When he stood up, he staggered a little as he approached them before he smirked. “Good work, you two. Thank you for protecting me. You were amazing out there!”

His tone was proud, and there was adoration in his eyes. He gave both of them a kiss, uncaring of the blood and wrapping an arm around them both.

“Of course,” Jazz said with a smile.

“Damn right,” Artemis said with a huff.

Jason rolled his eyes lightly and then he turned to Jazz and gestured vaguely to Shadow, who looped between their legs. “You should feed them before we go looting around.”

Jazz beamed and looked at Jason lovingly. “Thank you for reminding me, dearest.” She looked down and addressed the large, shadowy dog. “Shadow, you’re free to feed on the blood. Can you clean off the blood on me and Artemis too?”

Shadow shot off like a whirlwind, eagerly drinking the blood that was now readily available. Jazz and Artemis were wiped clean of blood, although it still stained their clothes. Jason hummed, eying them up and down.

“Looking good, ladies,” he smirked.

“Don’t start this again,” Artemis sighed. “I’ve had enough of that strange role-play.”

“You’re telling me,” Jazz said. “I liked it, but it gets tiring at some point to pretend to be ditzy for so long.”

Jason hummed, “You were really good at it though, Princess. It was so realistic that I started worrying that someone was stealing the brain cells right out of your head.”

Jazz waved her guns lightly in his direction. “Better watch your words, mister. These are still locked and loaded.”

Jason put his hands up in surrender with a smile before he gestured to the side and said, “Shall we go and look through what these idiots have in their drawers?”

Artemis nodded primly. “Let’s. We should hurry so we can go home and shower.”

“Can we shower together?” Jazz asked idly. “I’m feeling tired and I don’t want to shower alone.”

Artemis laughed. “Was there any other option? I’m not missing a chance to be naked and wet with you two.”

Jazz swatted her arm and Artemis just grinned, dropping her axe onto the ground, where Shadow collected it.

Jason didn’t notice, whooping as he leaned on Jazz with a lazy grin. “Hell yeah! I get to watch two beautiful, badass women take down my enemies and then I get to take a shower with them? Today’s been even better than my birthday.”

He swayed again, and Artemis caught him with a laugh, supporting him with her free arm. Both women flanked his sides as Jason sighed, blinking slowly, still partially affected by the drugs.

They started stepping over the bodies, all of which were slowly sinking into the shadows to be consumed by the Ancient contracted under Jazz’s control.

“Oh dear,” Jazz said, snickering. She poked Jason’s cheek. “We better hurry home before he passes out.”

“Well. Too bad, it seems he won’t join in on the fun we’ll have later,” Artemis said with a teasing look towards Jazz. Jazz blushed and hurriedly ushered them off in a flustered manner as they all walked through the doors to the inner rooms of the casino.

Jason immediately straightened up, his face set in a perfect poker expression. It was almost like he wasn’t just drugged, if it wasn’t for the humor in his eyes.

“Actually, I’m perfectly fine. Artemis, Jazz, let’s finish this mission, get the information we need, and then go,” he said in a completely serious tone. “We should work quickly so we can leave before Batman gets the report about gunshots and comes to disturb us.”

Jazz and Artemis shared a look of pure exasperation and amusement before they burst into laughter. Artemis kicked down the doors to the other parts of the casino, still laughing as she and Jazz leaned on Jason in their fits of giggles.

Jason rolled his eyes with a fond smile.

They were very lucky that he loved them so much.

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Dick after seeing Jason bagging two hot, powerful red haired women: God, whatever tf he said in his prayers, me too.

I’ve been thinking about Jazz and Artemis working together while Jason sits in the background for a longggg while…. Badass women and their cheering boyfriends is something I love so much.

Sooooo much references to my many Tumblr AUs. You can find references to my Assistant!Jazz AU here and my Jazz has a shadow friend!AU here. The original post about Dead Sunsets (Jason x Artemis x Jazz) can be seen here.

[smallpwbbles]

Quick doodle of that coffee shop owner and her kids that I said Bioliz Shadow helps out sometimes, also thank you @pencilofawesomeness for the idea of making her a Asian palm civet!

Her name is Almond and her kids Valerie, Perk and Bash

[goob1enerd11]

Has anyone ever thought of liek.... lyle x the shadow.... the shadow gifting to lyle... Not that i ship it it just popped up in my head

[worth-this-and-more]

a very pissed off rant because some people still think this is a romance centered story

okay everyone ik people are loving the romance angle a lot in these books, and people on reddit are like "stop policing us!! some people read it for romance!! we don't have to adhere to your rules!! okay so 1. shut the fuck up and 2. this book is not romantasy. it is a YA fantasy series, it is bree's journey, her story, her life has romance so we get to see romance.

if this book were romantasy, or like even just with a major major focus on romance, i could understand dropping the book for a love interests' appearance/disappearance or not giving it stars because it is a romance book and it failed to make you feel romance worthy. but it is not a romance book. romance is a subplot. even the fucking tag is after young adult. if it were a proper romance you would know!! this is a romance subplot!! this is a sort of coming of age typa story it is bree's story can we please stop fucking pretending that the romance is the only thing here??

ik we love a dark-haired brooding character i love him too okay but is it that fucking hard to understand that this is not about him?? this is why reading comprehension and literacy empathy is important it doesn't take people a moment to toss bree away because oooh white boys.

im not saying the books are perfect, yes there are flaws, but if the only flaw that you can find is that one white guy isn't mentioned or mentioned too much in a black girl's story then you need to put the damn book down and go back to your romantasy section. this is not a story for you and I'm tired of people posting "uNpOpUlAr oPiNiOnS" and it's just plain bullshit.

[arrows-asks]

The amount of pure distain I have for the "Silver is Shadow's son" theory can not be put into words.

[satoshi-mochida]

Corpse Party Tetralogy Pack announced for Switch - Gematsu

MAGES. has announced Corpse Party Tetralogy Pack for Switch. It will launch on August 7 in Japan for 6,380 yen.

The collection includes the following four titles:

Corpse Party (2021)

Corpse Party: Book of Shadows

Corpse Party: Sweet Sachiko’s Hysteric Birthday Bash

Corpse Part: Blood Drive

A limited edition will also be available for 8,580 yen, which includes the collection, the four-episode original video animation series Corpse Party: Tortured Souls on Blu-ray Disc, and a DVD-ROM soundtrack containing data for over 90 tracks of background music from all four games.

Both Corpse Party and Corpse Party: Blood Drive are currently available digitally for Switch. The collection’s release will mark the first time Corpse Party: Book of Shadows and Corpse Party: Sweet Sachiko’s Hysteric Birthday Bash are playable on Switch.

Visit the official website here.

[daniwolf9005]

A Gold Star For Effort : ) ⭐️

I beat the stronghold (twice-) in SonicSavesRobloxia so I made a commemorative little comic with Bashful Shadow in the mix ^v^

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

Event poll series: Fictional Bash in Berlin

Match 1: Dr. Gregory House (c) vs. Sherlock Holmes for the ABW World Heavyweight Championship

Click here for the storyline going into this match

[randomwriteronline]

Have you possible read my mind? (joking) I love the idea of Mata Nui just losing his entire shit.

An asshole that could get Mata Nui going is The Shadowed One. Hurting anybody in the GSR for profit and power, arrogant- but what would trigger his wrath on a personal level is that The Shadowed One did steal or had the same virus stolen that made Mata Nui sick in the first place and put him in a coma. Not to mention that he captures people as trophies that he traps in comas in stasis tubes. Some of who are still trapped, at least according to Word of God.

And a person like the Shadowed One is likely not only to hold this virus as a threat for blackmail, but use it.

holds you by the shoulders in an iron grip SHAUNI. AAAAAAAAAAA

god you are so right. AND he has agents all over the place hE COULD FIGURE OUT WHERE MATA NUI IS. maybe plan a visit. to taunt and kidnap him obviously. can you IMAGINE having the former god of the matoran universe on display right behind your throne. or next to it. what a powerplay. maybe even keeping him conscious instead of in stasis like the others, just to show how weak and pathetic he has is compared to Me, The Shadowed One.

he shows up himself. maybe a henchman or two to stand guard, because for now theres no toa or glatorian but you can never be sure. certainly not for mata nui. he knows the details of his current state and he cant do much even in his best days.

this is one of the worst days.

he saunters to his bedside as he lays there, taunting him the whole way, taking his sweet time. really savoring it, you know? heres the incarnation of my cosmos, the being by whose will we were supposed to abide without question, who plenty of people still revere and protect as though he was still the sky above their heads and the ground below their feet: fighting to even breathe. what a joke.

he still sort of notices it - the way Mata Nui looks at him without a word with these frighteningly bright eyes, the way he inhales and exhales slowly, deeply, as if to calm down, the way his fists twitch as they try to tighten. the way the room feels... smaller. darker. like everything is converging towards the sickly figure, like hes a center of gravity, a black hole slowly dragging everything around him in to devour it.

and then he sees him sit up. stand. and walk to him. and it scares tso SHITLESS. not for the size necessarily, but for the fact that he DID THAT in the first place and for how he LOOKS -- you know those stories of ppl pulling insane feats of strength while scared or worried bc their body just shuts down the feeling of pain for a bit? Mata Nui is in ANGUISH with every step but he is TOO FUCKING MAD to feel it and TSO can SEE IT. and then hes on the floor and God is looking at him with a hand around his throat and he won't hurt him any further. but he says with this labored voice, as calmly as wrath allows, that if Mata Nui finds him a single trace of him and his dealings anywhere on the entire planet ever again he is going to crack him in half if he fucking has to. Beg to the Great Spirit that a crueler soul gets you first, because I will refuse to show you the mercy you lacked at the cost of killing myself along with you.

Gresh is going to find him limp on the floor with every cell of his body killing him with hammers and hes going to call him a careless idiot (rightfully) but at the same time Mata Nui knows that right now TSO is sitting in his fortress with shit caked pants and a renewed debilitating fear of divine retribution so it was WORTH IT

[creativemessbyvd]

I know I just released a teaser for my Maria Lives/Time travels Post Sonic Movie 3 AU but I have another idea now and it is angst central bc I read Saving Sonic (mind the tags!) and I need more fics post Metal Virus! So I will release this thing and go work and try to calm my anxiety through fandom when I come back (maybe someone will like this idea or leave a comment!)

I'm new to the fandom, I finished the Metal Virus Saga and I am devastated still, and putting off continuing, all lore I know of is through fics and fandom and thats it, so please don't be all weird if this sounds OOC or I got something wrong, I'm gonna treat this as my personal sandbox and will use what works for me. Also there'll be Sonadow, and lots of hugs and trauma for Sonic >:3

SUMMARY:

Invincible (in the end, we lose control)

Sonic's best kept secret, his origins as continuation of Project Shadow at the hands of Ivo Robotnik, are laid bare in the final moments of the Metal Virus outbreak. His family and friends blame him for everything as tensions rise in the final, critical moments.

In the aftermath, those who had been zombotified are horrified to learn how it all went wrong. Especially once Rouge reveals she too had those files Starline mentioned and the truth becomes even more confusing.

As they rebuild and things settle down, Shadow can't rest until he can clear up Sonic's name and find the missing hero. He knows first hand what it means to have origins that leave you as public enemy #1. Vanilla and Vector, alongside GUN, Omega and Gemerl hold secrets themselves, secrets they swore to keep at the behest of Sonic, who had never wanted to burden his brother or friends with his past.

However, when Sonic is returned with Blaze's help, now free of the amnesia, he runs. Can the broken bridges be mended as he sinks lower into his dark thoughts? The outbreak was a nightmare, but the aftermath will be an uphill battle for them all.

SETTING:

In the midst of the Metal Virus Incident, Dr. Starline goes digging into Eggman's files, going back as far as he can go. He finds a file that leaves him speechless, and takes it "for some insurance". Rouge catches him and decides to also copy the files, but must encrypt them in case Eggman and Starline figure out she is there. As they all meet up on Angel Island, preparing their last plan before the end, tensions rise against Sonic for his decision to not kill the amnesiac Eggman. Starline had been contained and he had read the file. He reveals there's a reason why neither Sonic or the Doctor had ever taken each other out.

SCENE:

"I admire you, Dr. Robotnik, but your obsession with Sonic goes far beyond what I believed. You wanted to get him infected but not before you had a better grasp, and you refused to prepare a vaccine unless you captured him." He turns to Sonic. "You are a hero, of course the idea of killing your enemy would be something you would never consider, but the doctor has never had those reservations, except when it comes to you. You told me doctor that only you could take him out, and yet during your reign you kept him alive." "To make him watch his world be destroyed!" Eggman defends, clearly nervous for once. "No, no I don't think that's it. You have had multiple attempts to kill him and yet, you haven't." "Starline!" Now Eggman is angry, and they are sure if it weren't for his prison, he'd be at Starline's neck. "You care too much about him to kill him, and here is the proof. Isn't that right, Project Christmas?" Nononononono Starline threw his watch over, as it projected an image that left everyone speechless. It was an old photo, showing a much younger Eggman (not even fully bald!) holding onto a tiny, blue hedgehog. Both were smiling towards the camera, clearly comfortable in each other's presence. Whisper and Espio had to hold back an enraged Knuckles, who attempted to tackle a worsening, infected Sonic. Amy and Cream gazed in horror and confusion, waiting for an answer. Tails stood, as closed as he dared to his brother. "I-I.." There was so much noise, and not at the same time, in his head. "Sonic, why?" Why had he never told him? Why had he hidden it? Why did he betray them? "Clearly, the Doctor never needed a second mind, he had always had the world's hero as his hidden collaborator." Starline continued, clearly more angry and slighted for his previous attempts are gaining Eggman's favor. "That is not true!" Despite having a knot in his throat, Sonic had to yell this out, watching his friends step back. Suddenly, Cream came forward, holding onto Gemerl, who remained silent. "Did you… plan this with him, Mr. Sonic? Is my mom gone, because of you?" Sonic couldn't stop, but more than anything he wanted to reassure Cream at that moment with a hug. He didn't have a clear head to properly explain and his silence made her cry, prompting Gemerl to move her father away.

"Of course, how stupid of me!" If it weren't critical for him to remain where he was, Sonic swore he would have his hands around Starline's neck, as he continued to feed the flames of what was left of his closest circle. "Infect the hero and have him continue to speed through and infect the land, all the while it continues to mutate at a much faster rate, but you made it so it won't fully catch up to him. Brilliant Doctor Robotnik, absolutely brilliant." "Sonic, tell me he is lying!" Amy screamed, tears streaming down her face, as she held Starline's watch with the photo in her hand. "He is! That is not the truth at all!" He was so tired, his whole body was at its limit, but he knew his closed eyes weren't due to his fatigue. In truth, he couldn't look them in the eyes. His brother's voice cut through the mad muttering from Starline, cutting through to Sonic's heart. "Your bracelet. You told me it got destroyed fighting Eggman, Sonic did you … destroy it so we wouldn't get the vaccine in time?" No, anyone but Tails, anyone but his baby brother. "Tails, no! I would never do that! You have to believe me!" "How can I when it seems all this time you been in alliance with him!" Tails never screamed. He got shocked, he got angry. But he had never screamed in such a manner towards his hero and older brother. "Bravo, truly a plot so devious and perfect. Truly there will never be a mind like your own Robotnik." And with that, finally Starline quieted down. From a communicator, they heard Rouge call out to them. She had been sent out with the others to scout the Deadly Six. They were supposed to be already at the different points to get the Emeralds. "What is taking so long? We've located the Deadly Six! Is anyone there?!" "We're coming Rouge." Knuckles got close to Sonic, moving Tails behind him as the kit continued to silently cry. "You and I will have words when this is over and the world is safe, hedgehog. You better hold your end of this plan."

[reality-anyways]

i’ll never forgive yall for making fun of crescent city bc bryce and danika called overbearing males “alphaholes” ITS A FUN LITTLE PLAY ON WORDS TO MAKE MEN MAD what more could you want!!